At first I watched from the back porch, there was a heavy mist, and it was awhile before I thought I could photograph the pasture. I now wish I had captured the fog lying heavy over the land. I will be up early and ready in the morning to do that.
But Chance didn't mind the fog, and raced down to the horse pen where he always follows Randy when he is home. I can't mention Randy's name too much, or Chance starts whining and lays in such a pitiful way with his head down on his paws. I know in those moments just how he feels. Randy makes everything so much fun. It is such a sorrowful look he gets on his face when he thinks of missing Randy.
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